The next time they met, she was also on her way home from school. She had decided to pass by a popular arcade to grab a bite after the long day. She was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting at the bar when she walked in.
He looked good she had to admit. The black shirt he wore showed off his tone torso and well-defined abs, and his dark jeans seemed to cling sensually to his impossibly long legs. The way his hair was sexily tousled did nothing but enhance the already drool-worthy picture he exhibited. Usagi had to remind herself to keep her saliva in check as she made her way to the counter.
"Konnichiwa, Motoki-niisan!" Usagi called by way of greeting to the sandy-haired man manning the bar.
Furuhata Motoki was a congenial person, and he always managed to cheer Usagi up at the end of the day whenever she visited the arcade. His kind green eyes always knew when Usagi needed a chocolate milkshake as a pick-me-up. He treated the young blonde as a little sister, and he knew she looked up to him as her gentle older brother. He was rather fond of the vivacious teen, and he liked seeing her happy.
"Konnichiwa, Usagi-chan! What would you like today?" Motoki smiled.
"A strawberry milkshake sounds good, 'niisan," Usagi replied.
As Motoki nodded and went off to fulfil her order, Mamoru finally turned to look at her. "Odango," he greeted with a teasing smile, one that nearly sent Usagi to her knees but one that definitely made her heart race.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me that, Mamoru-baka!?" she muttered with a glare.
Mamoru was unusually delighted when she said his name, even with the extra suffix. He really couldn't seem to get enough of this girl – and he'd only met her once before!
"Ah yes, I think you told me your name was… Tsukino Usagi, wasn't it, O-dan-go?" was his mocking reply.
The silky way he said her name stunned her for a bit before she realized he still ended his statement with that annoying nickname.
"Stop calling me Odango, baka!" she growled, as he chuckled at her.
"Erm, Usagi-chan? Mamoru?" Motoki had returned, and upon seeing two of his favorite people interacting with each other, he was especially confused, knowing how different the circles the two walked in were.
"Ah, arigatou gozaimasu, Motoki-niisan!" Usagi said as Motoki handed her the strawberry milkshake.
Seeing as the two weren't answering his unspoken question, Motoki decided to take the direct approach, "You two know each other?"
Mamoru looked at him for a moment, debating on how to explain his acquaintance with the girl, but Usagi answered for him.
"We bumped into each other on the street the other day. He teased me about my hair, so I got mad. That was the day some man started shooting on the street. Mamoru-kun protected me," the blonde nonchalantly explained, too caught up in her milkshake.
As both Mamoru and Motoki stared at her in surprise, she suddenly realized what she said. She gasped and stuttered, hoping to get away.
"Uh, um… you see… I have to go!" She made to dash away, but Mamoru suddenly grabbed her by the hand.
In a whisper that Motoki couldn't hear, he said, "Can I… meet you again?"
The smile Usagi gave him made his heart jump for reasons he couldn't yet understand, "I'd like that."
With the promise of another meeting, he let go of the teen as she bade him and Motoki farewell. The look on Motoki's face when he turned around didn't bode well for him, but he only sighed and made himself comfortable on his stool. This was going to be a long and fairly unpleasant interrogation, he could tell. But, for the chance to meet that girl again, he would do anything.